I open a farm in the world of cultivation

On the mountain, Wang Hao opened his eyes and exhaled lightly. The two high-grade spirit stones in his hands turned into powder. The spiritual environment of Tianlan was too poor. When he came to Donghuang, he also needed spirit stones and other means to replenish his mana!

The previous consumption was not small, so he stayed on this mountain for more than half a month.

His move also gave the Wang family and various forces time to react.

As for how the Buddhist sects such as Jile Sect would react? Wang Hao really didn't care. Even if they were on high alert, how could they be his opponents?

Gathering in one place would save him from running around!

With his mana restored, Wang Hao was ready to act again.

Walking out of the cave, Wang Hao was about to fly when he saw a small mountain village at the foot of the mountain, with flames rising to the sky!

"Well, is it the bandits arranged by Jile Sect again? They are just pretending to be alive!"

Wang Hao frowned slightly, and when he looked carefully, he could faintly hear the cries of women and children!

Wang Hao had seen all kinds of tragic situations, and his mood was not affected. However, since he had encountered such a thing, he could not turn a blind eye to it. He would help if he could!

Wang Hao turned into a stream of light and fled towards the existence quickly!

Before he got close, he could see a group of thieves wearing black clothes and riding horses slaughtering villagers, and bursts of wailing came out!

"Just an ordinary horse thief?" Wang Hao was puzzled, but soon relieved. The Jile Sect entered the world to practice and replaced the mortal government. These horse thieves were also under their jurisdiction. Even if it was not intentional, it was deliberately let go. Otherwise, a mere horse thief could be solved by sending a Qi-refining disciple!

"Stop," Wang Hao shouted in the air, and his voice rumbled like thunder under the blessing of magic power, and soon spread throughout the existence!

"Not good, it's a cultivator, brothers, retreat quickly!"

A tall, strong, fierce and ferocious one-eyed man shouted.

Wang Hao's voice made them discouraged. How dare they fight with the cultivator?

The next moment, a sword energy streaked across the sky.

"Puff!" Heads flew up, blood splattered, and other horse thieves who were burning, killing and looting saw this scene and couldn't help but panic!

"It's the immortal, the immortal is here to save us!" The villagers were immediately excited and shouted!

"It's really the immortal, I heard from my grandfather that the immortal can fly with the wind, it's the immortal who is here to save us!"

Many villagers burst into tears, shouted loudly, and knelt down to pay tribute!

Some horse thieves also followed suit, kneeling down to beg for mercy, trying to get Wang Hao to forgive them!

But Wang Hao knew that this kind of villain would never repent. Horse thieves are different from mountain bandits. Mountain bandits are more fixed, they will rob food but generally don't kill people, because they come from the surrounding areas, and they also understand that they can't fish in a dry pond, otherwise the people will leave, and they can't survive!

Horse thieves are different. They have no fixed place to stay and come and go like the wind. They are more harmful to the people. Their living conditions are more difficult. Once they rob, they often rob in a venting manner. It is common to massacre the village!

Almost all of these horse thieves are surrounded by blood. Obviously, they have killed people. How could Wang Hao spare them?

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Wang Hao stood in the air, his white clothes fluttering, his face expressionless, and his sword energy was crisscrossed until all the horse thieves were killed!

The originally arrogant horse thieves were like ants under Wang Hao's sword, without any resistance!

In just a few breaths, hundreds of horse thieves were killed by Wang Hao!

Looking at the fire in the village, Wang Hao waved his hand, and a gust of cold wind blew, extinguishing all the flames, leaving no smoke and dust!

The villagers walked out of their homes one after another, supporting Wang Hao and asking him to save their dying relatives!

There was nothing that could be done for Wang Hao, who was already dead. Although he had great magical powers, he could not bring people back to life. As long as there was a breath left, a rejuvenation spell could restore them to their original state!

"Thank you, immortal, thank you!"

"May I ask the immortal's name? I will definitely build a shrine for the immortal and offer incense day and night!"

These villagers knelt down to thank Wang Hao. They knew that they could not help Wang Hao, so they could only express their gratitude in this way. The monks of the Bliss Sect asked for this!

"Alas!" Wang Hao sighed when he saw the burned huts and dead villagers!

Even though he had lived for a thousand years, his heart was much more indifferent than at the beginning, but seeing this scene, he still felt heavy in his heart!

Whether in the world of immortal cultivation or in the secular world, as long as you are at the bottom, you will always have to endure the greatest suffering!

"No need, the weather is getting colder, you help each other and rebuild the house as soon as possible, I don't need it!"

Wang Hao was about to leave, and suddenly felt something, looking at a little girl in the crowd kneeling to him. The little girl was about ten years old, wearing ragged gray linen clothes, and her face was dirty!

"There is something wrong with this little girl!"

As a cultivator of the refining void, Wang Hao's intuition will never be wrong. He clearly felt that there was a faint charm in this girl!

Wang Hao looked at the little girl carefully, and then found that under the little girl's worn clothes, there were fine white scales on her arms and neck!

"Demon race? No, she has no cultivation at all, and no demonic aura, she should be a half-demon!"

Wang Hao raised his eyebrows, and understood a little. Generally, half-demons are species that appear after the combination of human cultivators and transformed demon races, but this little girl should be born from demons and mortals.

"No, is there really Xu Xian?" Wang Hao suddenly felt a little confused!

The scales on the little girl looked very much like those of a python, and they were white!

"Bai Suzhen, is that you? A dignified demon cultivator who has transformed into a human being, committing to a mortal? You know how to seek excitement..."

Wang Hao's eyes flashed with a light. Although the clone did not have the eyes of the original body, the eyes of a cultivator who has transformed into a spirit are extraordinary.

It can be seen that there is a faint spiritual energy lingering around the little girl, which means that the other party can definitely practice!

Wang Hao is also well-informed, but for a moment he could not tell the girl's background!

"Does she have any special physique?" Wang Hao pondered in his heart!

The little girl also found that Wang Hao was staring at her at this time, and shrank her petite body in fear!

"Immortal, it must be this monster that attracted the horse thieves!"

A villager suddenly spoke up, and this sentence was like a primer, which immediately excited the villagers!

"She is a disaster star, bringing disaster to her father and mother, and now she is harming the whole existence!"

"Even if she is sick, normal people will not grow scales. She must be a monster!"

"Please kill this monster!"

The little girl was so scared that she trembled and tears fell from her eyes after hearing this!

"I am not a monster, I am not a monster," her voice sounded particularly weak amid the condemnation of many adults!

Beside her was only an old lady with gray hair and ragged clothes who comforted her!